I stood outside for a split second and looked around, making sure no one was watching. I knocked on the door.“Yes?” a sexy voice purred inquisitiv...ly. I stepped in, and there she stood, leaning on the sink counter. Her eyes said, “fuck me.” “Hey,” I said, locking the door behind me. “Hey,” she said back, her hand on her hip. That was it. We were on each other, mouths locked together. My hands reached first for her ass, giving it a rough squeezed, drawing a moan from between her lips. Then my. I work here Miss. If you’d like to go to one of the cubicles behind the counter, I’ll see what I can find for you.’ She never looked up to see my offered hand, but just sighed and slowly shuffled in behind me as I went through the gate and into an empty cubicle. I gestured to a chair and she sat down as I maneuvered behind the desk and moved the mouse to awaken the computer. I glanced at her, still looking down, knees together, hands wringing in her lap. ‘Name?’ I asked getting her to look up. She turned around, bent over, and held on to the wooden structure. “Spank my ass, Paulo, make it pink and hot!” she exclaimed, as she wiggled it back and forth in front of him. He reached out and grabbed her ass cheeks, massaging them. She moaned in delight, but quickly regained her focus: “C’mon, Paulo, slap my tight buns! Put your finger prints on those cheeks!” So, he did just that, no doubt surprising her with his willingness to sting her ass with authority. He reached under her. ’ ‘Well, Inspector. I believe that the fact there are demonstrators will mean that we will have to play the entire interrogation video of my client during the trial. The demonstrators are not going to accept that my client committed perjury unless the actual footage documenting that accusation is made part of my client’s trial record. I am going to have to call you and the medical staff as witnesses to explain your method for proving that my client is guilty of the crime of perjury. When we do.